Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Television,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.